Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

When Fu Yan woke up, the nurse was helping her clean the wound on her forehead. The wound was not big. The iodophor rubbed over it, and she opened her eyes in pain.

"Are you awake?" The nurse looked surprised.

Before Fu Yan could figure out the situation, he frowned, took a breath of cold air, and subconsciously touched his forehead.

"Hey, you can't touch it." The nurse quickly stopped her hand.

Being used to such scenes, she explained: "You rear-ended someone else's car and hit your forehead and passed out."

The scenes before coma flashed through his mind one after another. Fu Yan reacted and asked in shock, "Is anyone injured?"

"Only you are hurt."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

The nurse shouted out the curtain: "Sir, she's awake."

Fu Yan looked in the direction of her shouting. This should be the emergency room. There were curtains between each bed. The curtains were opened, and a tall figure appeared in front of her.

"Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yan looked at the visitor in surprise. Could it be that the car she rear-ended belonged to Fu Hanlin?

After the nurse treated the wound on her forehead, she said, "Your neck is also injured."

Fu Yan remembered the scene where she confronted Cao Yuan with a fruit knife in the underground garage. She didn't want anyone to see it, so she whispered, "It's okay, thank you."

She covered the scratch on her neck with her hand, and the nurse had no choice but to give up.

Fu Hanlin glanced at the place covered by her fingers calmly.

The doctor asked her: "Will she feel dizzy and want to vomit?"

"I feel a little nauseous and want to vomit." Fu Yan replied hoarsely.

The doctor nodded, "It's a slight concussion. Please rest for the next few days. If you feel unwell, observe for a night before leaving."

After finishing speaking, he nodded to Fu Hanlin, turned around and went out.

Fu Hanlin pulled up a stool and sat beside the hospital bed, "If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me immediately."

Fu Yan was very embarrassed, "Mr. Fu, did I hit your car?"

"We've already asked someone to take care of it. We've taken out the insurance, so you don't have to worry about it."

She felt increasingly uneasy about her conscience, "Are you okay?"

"Ah."

His eyes glanced at her dry lips, he stood up and walked out.

Fu Yan didn't know where he was going, but after a while he saw him walking in with a disposable paper cup.

"It has been mixed with cold water, you can drink it directly."

Fu Yan struggled to sit up, feeling dizzy for a while. Fu Hanlin put down the water glass and held her shoulders with his strong hands, holding her steady.

"Slower."

He stuffed a pillow behind her, and she leaned on it, covering the scratch on her neck with her hair, and took the water glass.

"Just drink a little to moisten your throat. I'm afraid you might feel like vomiting after drinking too much."

Fu Yan nodded and took a sip. His lips were no longer so dry, so he put the water glass down.

Fu Hanlin was wearing a suit and tie. The moment she got closer, she smelled a faint smell of alcohol on him. It was so late and he must have gone out to socialize. He should have gone home to rest, but he was rear-ended by her. Now it was almost It's twelve o'clock.

"Mr. Fu, I really caused trouble for you."

Fu Hanlin looked down at her pale face and said in a low voice, "You are not a careless driver."

Fu Yan felt ashamed and did not dare to look at him.

Mainly because she was afraid that if she explained something, Fu Hanlin would think she was talking back. Fu Hanlin was famous for treating everyone equally, regardless of gender, even if something happened to a woman, he would still scold her.

She couldn't even explain why she was in a bad mood.

Her head was shrunk, her hair was spread out in a mess, her forehead was covered with gauze, her face was pale, her lowered eyebrows and eyelashes were motionless, like a small animal that had been scolded for doing something wrong.

It looked pitiful.

Fu Hanlin pursed his lips and said in a lower tone, "I didn't scold you."

Fu Yan was stunned for a moment and explained: "I'm sorry and I'm reflecting on it."

"You should reflect and reflect!"

A cold voice came over.

Fu Yan's body stiffened, and with the sound of steady and powerful footsteps, the curtain was opened. Cao Fang stepped aside, and Huo Minzheng walked in with long legs and a cold face.

He glanced at the gauze on Fu Yan's forehead, feeling the air-conditioning lingering around him, "Before you imitate others to drive a bumper car, you should first consider whether your own life is tough enough?"

Fu Yan's heart clenched, thinking she was immune to his poisonous tongue, but the fear of surviving the disaster made her instantly vulnerable.

Fu Hanlin's eyes darkened a bit, "Mr. Huo doesn't have to scold you so harshly."

Huo Minzheng looked away from Fu Yan and turned to look at him, "I am educating my family. Mr. Fu, an outsider, would interfere too much. You don't have to act in front of me."

The girls in Nancheng spread the word "It's Fu or Huo, Huo can't escape". Some people have always wanted to see what the scene would be like if the two people appeared at the same time. Fu Yan was deep in the whirlpool and felt that the pressure in the emergency room had dropped.

She knew that Huo Mingzheng was angry because she and Fu Hanlin were in a fake relationship, and she also knew that he had a vicious tongue, but she didn't expect that he would be so merciless.

Fu Hanlin said calmly: "She is the driver who caused the accident, and I am the victim. If I don't pursue the case, who can hold her accountable?"

"Mr. Fu is really grand." Huo Minzheng smiled softly, "Since I won't pursue it, there is no reason to stay here. If it is inconvenient to drive, I will ask someone to take you off."

He's really gone too far.

Fu Yan couldn't stand listening and said, "Mr. Fu, I really caused trouble for you tonight."

"It's okay, you have a good rest." Fu Hanlin picked up the coat that was used to cover Yan on the chair, opened the curtain, and turned around and said, "You don't have to go to work tomorrow."

Fu Hanlin walked a few steps outside, stopped, and turned to look at Huo Mingzheng, who was tall and long-legged.

He probably came out of home. He was dressed casually, wearing gray trousers, a black half-turtle collar cashmere sweater, and a pair of indoor slippers. Huo Minzheng, who had always been calm and measured, actually gave people a hint of panic.

Despite this, he still exudes an innate sense of dignity.

"Is there something wrong with Mr. Huo?"

"I know very well what Mr. Fu is thinking, but I advise you to give up this idea. It will not do you any good to argue with me."

He smiled slightly and said, "Fu Yan is not your property."

Huo Minzheng lazily raised his eyes and said word by word: "She is mine."

Fu Hanlin changed his coat and said, "I would like to advise Mr. Huo that Fu Yan's personality would rather be broken into pieces than complete. The harder you push her, the farther away she will be from you. One day she will personally remove this stick." The strings are cut.”

A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes, "I didn't expect Mr. Fu to know our Xiaoliu so well in private."

"I'm not Fu Jing." Fu Hanlin buttoned up his suit with one hand, his fingers flexed and strong, "The tricks you used to design Fu Jing are of no use to me."

Huo Minzheng narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled. The smile did not reach his eyes, only the coldness that cracked every inch.

"It seems that you are going to fight with me."